Grasslands Road

[Strideo]

You are on a road that runs east and west through open grasslands at the top of a gentle hill. Rolling grasslands spread out all around you but to the east the land slopes down to the banks of a wide slow flowing river. Beyond the river the grasslands seem to continue to the east where you can see some mountains off in the distance.

Head West along the road
Head East along the road toward the river

 

[kiarados]

What the frack? ZOMBIES!

A band of decrepit zombies are making their way onto the road!

Quick! Generate a random number between 1 - 15!

*contiunes west*  

[ladyred69]

stoping for a rest and taking out light think "why would you leave this be hind?" palcing back in pocket and heading east  

[Marhae]

Encouraged by the prospect of water, she continued her current route towards the East. The view was calming, and Marhae almost worried of dozing off on the wing.  

[outlawgirl265]

"Damn!!" Erah curses, pulling out some knives. "Undead scum!!"  

[outlawgirl265]

The zombies die, and Erah continued east.  

[iMonochromatic]

The sky was dark and cloudy, the wind almost non-existent. The green grass spread out around me, and a dark river trickled nearby. The landscape would be beautiful, if it weren't for the zombie that tottered nearby the river.

It's back was facing me, so I decided that stealth would be the best option. Speeding across the grass, my feet barely skimming the blades. The zombie slowly turned to face me, but to no avail. My hand was raised, and as swift as an eagle slices through the sky, dealt it a deathblow to it's neck.

I wiped the gore off my hand, and almost retched. "Honestly, if I can't keep myself from throwing up, how am I supposed to get this done?"

(16 inc. this post)

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[disliker of the mary sue]

hm more zombies after i reportedx well i could use so,me more fun.  

[Okami Ameras]

I c**k my guns and stopped, taking aim.  

[Okami Ameras]

I start to shoot, and only two fall of my shots. I jump up and cross the group by hopping from zombie head to zombie head, killing 3 in the porcess. I run west.  

[Itzrio]

Glurf smirked, as he skidded down the slope. He hopped, and pounced onto a Zombie's Chest. He quickly, with no hesitation, sliced it's head off with one clean swipe. He continued this, killing 4."The beauty of zombie guts spewed across the grass....Priceless..." said Glurf, as he wiped a small tear off his face. "Beauty" he said, as he continued east.  

[Itzrio]

The pain intensifying, Glurf kept heading west.  

[Molecular Atrophy]

Her clothes were damp and heavy.

How come misfortune always strikes whenever I've just had some alcohol, or took a nice bath?!

There was no other choice: if Artemis wanted to reach the other side, she had to get past the horde. A woman approached her with flowing red curls and was barely dressed. She wore denim jeans but had no shirt on- her bra and abdomen exposed.

"Good thing you're dead, if you weren't... you'd be caught dead wearing that!" Artemis fought through the pillage, getting polluted blood on her clean figure. The axe almost slipped on her wet grasp, rocketing to the nearby zombie's head; taking a direct hit on the eyes.

She gave it a kick, and heaved the object from it's ruptured socket, killing it off as blood trickled down from the orifice. Artemis charged forward, killing anything in the way.

As soon as the path was clear enough, she outran the horde on a chance of reaching the Inn before they reach her.  

[Zphal]

Zphal's thoughts were interrupted by the less-than-serene sound of zombie groaning. She turned in all directions, confused by where the sound could possibly be coming from. One would think, that out in the open plains like this, no zombie would be wandering around... and if they were, they'd be in rather "plain" sight.

Suddenly, a tight grip secured itself around her ankle. Without thinking, Zphal pointed her shotgun downward and pulled the trigger. It was a lucky shot. The zombie, crawling on its belly in the tall grass, was now missing a head.

Zphal ran for a lone tree. She remembered what a massacre it had almost been when she tried to face-off that zombie in the light-less basement. She had almost been killed by a single foe. She clambered up into the tree with haste.

From her perch, she could see the zombies lying in the grass. There were five of them still left, moaning and frumping noisily, now that one of their comrads had been taken down.

She was too far away to get a decent shot with her shotgun, so she holstered it and removed five of her remaining 14 throwing daggers. In succession, she threw them and pinned each zombie through the head, leaving them more lifeless than before.

Zphal stayed up in the branches a few moments more before coming down, making sure no more zombies were rummaging through the grass. Then she carefully went to each zombie, finding his body, and removing her daggers, retrieving each and cleaning them off before putting them back.

Zphal continued east.